(Still) clinging

Still clinging on, but barely. Sometimes, you just don’t want to – cannot, even – hear good news, because it merely accentuates your own unhappiness. That begs the question, where does my happiness come from?

 

My heart may be wounded. The days may be dark. Even then, I know for a fact that God is there, God knows, God comforts, God provides. I thank God for a (still) sound mind that makes up for where the heart fails.